It is illogical... I enjoy it... But I shouldn't. Your my friend not my lover... I feel like I am taking advantage of you, feel that you really don't want that. I'm not receiving that from you... I'm getting that from logic... All your prior partners were women, I feel as though you are humoring me... I cannot speak this however, The blood fever is returning, its becoming much stronger... I can just manage to think straight due to it, let alone speak...
It takes over completely. I push you onto the bed... I cannot control my thoughts, the animal in me takes control. I lean in and kiss you passionately.
Later I regain control... The plak-tow had been sedated. "Jim?"
"Yes?" He spoke tiredly. It must have drained him...
" Did I... hurt you?"
"No, Spock you could never hurt me."
I thank the heavens above. They are merciful for granting me Jim as my friend, my brother, ... my lover. My Thyla.
-End